The nerve of this asshole. Did he really think that he could take my baby from me? Like, what the fuck? He must’ve had a hell of a lot more than just some beer.
Pacing the floor, I tried to calm myself down, but the constant ringing of my phone made that impossible.
Latrell kept calling.
He blew up my phone so much that I had to turn my ringer off.
After a few glasses of wine and a hot bath, I finally managed to get myself calm enough to climb back into bed.
I checked my phone to see if I’d received any more calls. Luckily, he’d stopped after the twenty-fifth call. Hoping that he was passed out for the night, I turned my ringer back on and pulled the covers over my head.
The next time my eyes opened, the sun was still beneath the clouds and the stars were sparkling in the sky. I glanced at my cell to look at the time. It was a little after three in the morning and I had one lonely text from Latrell.
Rolling my eyes, I whispered, “What, now?”
I opened the message.
“Have some respect and stop calling my man at this time of night?” –Latrell
Confused, I ran my hand over my eyes.
Although the text was coming from Latrell’s phone, it definitely wasn’t him.
“Who the fuck is this?” –Alauni
“Don’t play games. You know who this is?” –Latrell
“Bitch, if I knew who it was, I wouldn’t be asking.” –Alauni.
Why in the hell am I wasting my time with this? I thought before returning my phone back to the nightstand. Clearly, Latrell’s little girlfriend had gotten into his phone and was trying to fuck with me.
I didn’t bother responding to the next message that came through. This shit was beneath me.
Moments later, my cell started ringing.
I slammed it against my ear. “Latrell—”
“This isn’t Latrell, bitch. This is Draya.”
Before I knew it, I had sprung up from the bed. “Bitch? Who the hell are you calling a bitch?”
“You, obviously. Why in the hell were you on the phone with my man so late at night? Are you two still messing around?”
“First of all, I didn’t call Latrell, he called me. Second, we share a child together so I can talk to him whenever I want, and third, why are you questioning me about if we’re still messing around? You’re calling me from his phone, ask him yourself?”
“He’s sleep.”
“Well, wake his ass up and get the answers that you’re looking for and stop playing on my damn phone.” I hung up, furious that I was being forced to deal with bullshit from a chick that Latrell was clearly still involved with.
For the life of me, I didn’t understand why he felt the need to lie. My feelings for him weren’t going to change and this just solidified that. Not only did he threaten to take away my child, but he had now inadvertently pulled me into some drama that I didn’t want to be in.
Seconds later, my phone rang again, but I didn’t answer.
I was pretty sure that it was the same chick. If it wasn’t her, then it was him. Either way, I didn’t want to hear shit from anyone.
As soon as the ringing ended, a text came through.
“Pick up the damn phone.” –Latrell
